On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

More than ten breaths before...

The raging flames turned into a horror whirlpool, and Xie Wuwang stood at the center of the whirlpool.

The more extreme flames gathered on him, the colder his breath became. He didn't lift his eyes to look at the beautiful face reflected on the sky, the dark pupils were deep and dull, the smile on his lips disappeared, his expression was like compassion and indifference.

"It is absolutely impossible for him to choose to sit and wait for death for a woman!" a monk shouted desperately, "He wants to break through this formation with Jiuyan Extreme Fire! We are so close to him, we must die? Yes, yes!"

"What's the difference?" Another horse-faced monk said gloomily, "Whether he breaks the formation or not, we are all dead!"

The only difference is whether they were squeezed to death by the battlefield or burned to death by the extreme fire.

"I don't know what he is waiting for." A monk without eyebrows said with a weird accent, "The more you drag on, the more you lose. Is it really reluctant to be a woman? Xie Wuwang! If you die, your woman must be Sleeped by someone else! You hesitate a lot, don't explode this formation soon! If you don't explode, you will die!"

Everyone looked intently and saw that Xie Wuwang's injuries were bursting under the power of heaven and earth, and the flames were shining under the pale skin of broken porcelain. At this moment, Xie Wuwang looked like...a being under flames. Broken idols calcined from the inside.

The companion beside the Wumei monk screamed at him: "You are a pure fire root, if Xie Wuwang bursts into flames, maybe you still have a chance to escape from the soul. Of course you hope that he will explode! Thanks! Wonderful! Under the peony flower, you will die and be a ghost. Such a beautiful woman has followed you. Are you willing to hurt her? Think about your Xie clan, and these thousands of miles of common people. If I were you, I would sacrifice myself to make it happen. other people!"

The eyebrowless monk with pure fire spirit roots angrily scolded his companion: "You are afraid that Laozi will go back alive and sleep on your woman, right? You have to pull Laozi on your back when you die? Xie Wuwang-you're bursting!"

The flame suddenly disappeared.

The world was silent for a moment.

Xie Wuwang's eyes turned into transparent flames, and a flame mark appeared on his forehead.

The aura of terror is like a silent rising tide, quietly flooding the world and erasing all the noise.

Raise a hand in the wide sleeves.

There is a faint flame swaying between the five fingers, the flames of flowing water, the blue and white cold flames are suffocating.

It's like a star falling into the mortal world.

No one will doubt its power.

"Tao... Dao bone. Is this the Jihuo Dao bone? Too strong." Someone murmured.

From Xie Wuwang's body, we can no longer see any emotions that humans should have. Compared with him at the moment, the smirk used in the past is really full of human touch.

He raised his hand indifferently, but stopped at the last moment, time seemed to freeze.

What are you waiting for?

He didn't know it himself.

He was not reluctant, nor did he think of her. He is used to standing alone on the highest reef, proudly watching the wind and frost of the whole world. He was wounded and cold, but there seemed to be a small group of warm light in his arms, emitting weak heat.

That was the tenderness and affection she gave him, and gave him a little warmth for three hundred years.

Yes, it is the icing on the cake; no...

It's nothing...It's not a big deal.

It's not a big deal, why don't you do it?

suddenly-

The world has changed color!

A terrible giant fell from the sky!

For a moment, everyone forgot about life and death, and they were all dumbfounded.

The bald-browed monk gasped, "God, you are a chicken!"

Xie Wuwang's five fingers twitched slightly, and a huge giant mushroom was reflected in the lightly trembling flame pupils.

mushroom…

It has an extremely strong and powerful stem, and the mushroom head is gathered up like an invincible iron fist.

I saw the giant mushroom stalk hugged by ten people slammed, whistling, and crashing on the inner wall of this heaven and earth universe!

"boom-"

It was everyone's pupils that trembled.

Even knowing that this is a mushroom, but... it still looks very suspicious.

The tough mushroom stalk swung the mushroom head and banged to the left and right. Under the strong blow, the twisted space gradually showed fine cracks.

The monks in the formation did not have the slightest joy of being rescued. Everyone was deeply shocked by the scene before them. Everyone's eyes were broken and broken.

who I am? where am I? What am i doing? Vendetta? nonexistent.

Xie Wuwang...Xie Wuwang silently retracted Yan, like a pale corpse, hanging in the air.

What was even more frightening was that as the artifact began to shatter, the sound near Sumeru must also be heard.

Three-dimensional, revolving, as if the world is talking.

"Madam mighty! Madam hard! It's about to break! Madam work harder! Puncture it!" This is the voice of the Buddha.

"Cough, cough." Yu Yuyan poked the fat meat of the Futuzi with her finger, and made a clear ‘stunned’ sound, "Shut up and look at the sky."

"What the hell? Hah! This, this, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no, no, no, what kind of waste you have in your mind, it is just an ordinary mushroom! Don't drag me."

Ning Qingqing's voice was cute and chuckle, with a fatal blow: "Awesome! I stole lessons from Xie Wuwang!"

From, thank, nothing, vain, that, in, steal, learn, ...

"puff!"

"Puff!"

In the collapsing and shattering universe, there is a dead silence.

The monks shivered and looked at Xie Wuwei.

Knowing, knowing such a terrible secret, you will definitely be silenced, right? Will it?

"what?"

Xie Wuwang didn't seem to be violent and murderous at all.

His state is very strange.

There is still no expression on his face, the narrow eyes are quietly flowing with a little bit of light that is all empty, a little unlovable, and a little broken jar, the whole person looks lazily and brisk, but the mood is like not bad.

Finally, he faintly glanced at everyone.

"Enough to see?" His voice was hoarse and gentle.

"hiss-"

A crisp sound of breaking came from the top of the head, Sumeru mustard, broken!

The monks immediately disperse as birds and beasts, madly sweeping away the afterimages, scattered in all directions.

Xie Wuwang didn't pursue it, his long eyes dropped slightly, and he stood quietly in the air.

At the same time, something unexpected happened to Sumeru mustard.

"Daojun!!"

Futuzi shook his two chubby arms, two packs of round tears flashed in his eyes, rumbling towards the front.

Xie Wuwang glanced lightly.

As soon as Futuzi, who was very good at contemplating the heart of the Lord, received this look, he knew that at this moment, the Lord only wanted to be quiet, not to see himself.

But the matter is urgent, so I can't say: "Daojun! Madam has an accident!"

Xie Wuwang slowly turned his pale face.

There were also wounds on his face, the wounds drained of blood, like a white porcelain plate that had been torn apart.

"What?" His thin lips moved slightly, as if he couldn't hear clearly.

Futuzi's two stubby moth eyebrows were tightened in one place, and while leading the way, he explained in a hurry: "When the mustard seed was destroyed, it turned into a light and hit the lady. The lady fainted. How could it be called? Not awake!"

Xie Wuwang's breath disappeared for a moment, and he said slowly: "Qi Ling."

The artifact must have its spirit.

Ning Qingqing destroyed the artifact and encountered Qi Ling's counterattack and revenge.

After a few breaths, Xie Wuwang saw her.

She lay quietly in Yu Yuyan's arms, looking like she was asleep.

Her look was carefree, her eyebrows stretched, her complexion was translucent, her slightly drooping corners of her eyes were tightly covered by dense and long eyelashes, her red lips opened slightly without guarding, and she could see a little bit or two. Fragrant, soft and sweet.

Xie Wuwang looked at Yu Yuyan indifferently, but Yu Yuyan's expression was completely different from what he had imagined.

His subordinates with higher and lower eyes have never seen Ning Qingqing much.

But at this moment, Yu Yuyan behaved like a mother guarding her cub.

When Xie Wuwang stretched out his hand to take Ning Qingqing, Yu Yuyan's eyes were bright and distrustful.

Futuzi was also a little bit hesitant.

Xie Wuwang: "..." Suddenly there was the illusion that he had taken away all the belongings of these two subordinates.

He slowly lowered his eyes, put a finger out, and landed on her cheek.

At a distance of a few inches, he found a hideous wound on his fingertips, so he stroked her vainly.

Spiritual thoughts fell into her forehead.

His long eyebrows slowly frowned, and his expression gradually became completely cold.

"Spirit."

When the divine tool was annihilated, Qi Ling used the last remaining power to forcibly enter her House of Consciousness and seize her divine power.

The greatest loss to the soul is pain.

It will steal her most painful memory fragments to create a realistic illusion, to deceive her from the tears of pain from the heart.

Once she is counted, her spirit power will become weaker and weaker, and she will eventually be taken away by the weapon spirit.

Xie Wuwang's explanation caused Futuzi and Yu Yuyan to slowly widen their eyes.

The fat man slumped down his shoulders suddenly, and his two fat arms hung weakly in front of him as if they were broken: "It's over. Madam has a hard time, how could it be possible to survive?"

Yu Yuyan's phoenix eyes also became straightforward: "Yes. Although I didn't think much of her before, she was really pitiful. Seeing her haggard day by day, I always felt...I was quite balanced. "

The two enemies reached a consensus and exchanged sympathetic glances, and then sighed and looked at the unconscious Ning Qingqing.

Xie Wuwang's pale eyes jumped fiercely twice.

The sound of air leakage faintly floated from the thin dry and white lips: "Am I treating her badly?"

The Buddha looked at the sky and sighed.

Yu Yuyan turned her head in silence.

Xie Wuwang was sincerely puzzled: "I have never thought about it, and she has met all her requirements, so what else?"

Perhaps because of the serious injury, Xie Wuwang at this moment looked a little more easygoing, and Futuzi became bold and bravely said a big truth—

"Daojun, you don't understand love."

She was very brave when she said it, and as soon as she said the words, Futuzi immediately persuaded her, trying to hide her body behind Yu Yuyan. However, no matter how much he shrinks his stomach, four-fifths of it is still exposed.

After a start, Xie Wuzuo laughed lightly.

"Fotuzi." He chanted hoarsely, "I never need to understand that kind of useless thing."

Futuzi and Yu Yuyan looked at each other and shook their heads.

Xie Wuwang thought for a moment and waved his hand to make the two guard the law around.

The impenetrable barrier sealed him and Ning Qingqing, and outsiders could not know whether he was just guarding her by his side, or risking a great risk to enter her house of consciousness and help her fight against the weapon spirit.

The handsome and tall figure distorted and gradually disappeared from the field of vision.

"Lao Tu," Yu Yuyan looked in the mirror while worrying, "Mr. Dao won't save his wife, will he? The person behind the scenes must be lurking nearby, waiting for Monarch Dao to break through the formation and expose his flaws. At this point, if the Dao Sovereign spirit leaves the body to help his wife... it is really unwise and too dangerous."

She hurriedly added: "I don't mean to want Madam to die! I just think that even if Dao Jun enters Madam's House of Consciousness, he may not be able to help. On the contrary, he has exposed his weakness to the enemy hiding in the dark. Even if Ning Qingqing is really dead, I won't have any wrong thoughts about Daojun!"

Futuzi looked at her faintly for a while, curled his eyebrows, and smiled happily: "Lao Yu, Daojun is doing things, it's not our turn to think about it, we just need to do our job."

He didn't say a lot of words.

Now that the storm is precarious, there are some things that must be rotten into the stomach.

The outcome of Yu Haotian's incident is still unknown, Yu Yuyan, after all, is Yu Haotian's sister, beware.

Futuzi blinked, ‘dong dong’ patted his belly, looking at the barrier set by Xie Wuwang himself.

Over the years, Daojun's mouth was hard and soft, and he looked at it one by one.

Ask him to say that he thinks that the Daoist is 80% likely to take this risk.

Daoist, you can't live without your wife at all.

When being attacked by Qi Ling, Ning Qingqing heard a scream that had been gone for a long time.

And then…

She was dizzy and felt that two guys were fighting inside her body.

Artifacts and demons.

Higher creatures thought about it casually with mycelium, and guessed that the heart demon was actually not dead. During this period of time, it has been low-key and dormant, actually trying to do something big. Unexpectedly, the world was unpredictable. Suddenly a tool spirit came and broke into her House of Consciousness without saying hello. The two guys who didn't know the truth regarded each other as enemies, and they fought like this.

Ning Qingqing really didn't expect that after so long, he would hear the voice of the inner demon again.

It's really a stranger to meet someone in another country! (?)

She drooped the corners of her eyes that did not exist a little melancholy, thinking: You don't want to fight anymore, do you want to fight in another place?

It's really...noisy.

She is not worried. Because worry is useless, there is no need to waste that energy.

I don't know how long it took, the two dying guys, Heart Demon and Qi Ling, finally reached a consensus-internal fighting was meaningless, and they decided to join forces to deal with her.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

The lower creatures are really worrying about their intelligence!

They are so bright, discussing ways to deal with her in her head?

As a very upright mushroom, Ning Qingqing couldn't help but want to remind the other party that he heard their entire plan without missing a word.

It's a pity that she didn't learn to speak with spirits, so she could only passively and gloomily watch two things with reduced intelligence and design herself with an unusually clumsy technique...

Soon, the two guys who were wary of each other and calculating with each other, the heart demon and the instrument spirit, began to grab her memory, and then discussed that they would spend their two huge powers to create a delusion and put her in a certain place in the memory.

-Ning Qingqing ran away from home for the first time.

She will be sad and painful, and hurt her soul.

…Ning Qingqing was very excited: "It's so fun!"

After a while, the picture in front of me slowly stabilized.

Ning Qingqing found that she had returned to a familiar place, outside the Qianyuan Palace.

She felt throbbing pains in the middle of her chest, and her feet were soft and she could barely stand steady.

The surrounding scenes are very lifelike. She suppressed the feeling of heartache and opened her eyes to observe everything in front of her carefully.

The guards standing silently on both sides of the temple's steps were cold-faced, one more unkind than the other. In the middle of the corridor, a man with a tall red crown and a burly square face was extremely proud.

The people behind him were flattering: "The gift of Lord Hou is a good idea! Since the monarch allowed Lord Hou to seize the Luoxia Island in the South China Sea, within a hundred years, both the East and the South Seas will be the bag of the Lord Hou. It’s the thing in the middle! If Yun Shuimiao is a little bit more arrogant, give Daojun a little prince early...Tsk! Then Master Hou is not the most noble uncle in the world!"

The square-faced man was very proud, but he wanted to be humble: "Don't talk more. Yun Shuimiao is just a gadget, nothing! Daojun is worthy of me and believes that I can manage the Luoxia sea area. This will only be eight hundred. The Caspian is zoned to me Donghaihou."

Ning Qingqing looked up and down the Donghaihou.

The illusion arranged by the heart demon and the tool spirit for her is very delicate. She does not need to use her brain to know what is going on at the moment-she and Xie Wuwang have been married for a hundred years, and she is very looking forward to personally making a 100-year wedding gift and want to send it to him In front of, who knew that, as soon as he arrived outside the Qianyuan Hall, he heard the news that Xie Wuwang had accepted a pure Yin furnace with water attribute.

She was heartbroken and sad, but with a trace of hope, she wanted to hear Xie Wuwang explain to herself.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

It's so fun! Even the feeling of heartache is so realistic!

She watched Donghai Houyi walk across the square and leave the sacred mountain along the black stone steps.

Ning Qingqing really... can't wait to see Xie Wuwang.

When she was wandering beyond the sky, her body had already floated back to Yuliyuan like a wandering soul on her own initiative.

Walking to the Baiyu Mountain Road, his hand slipped, and the woodcut villain who secretly prepared for several months fell down the cliff.

Ning Qingqing: "Ah oh."

Inner Demon and Qi Ling are also very considerate. Knowing that she is lazy, so when she wanders, this body will move on its own consciously.

Cough, cough.

Ning Qingqing felt that the actual effect of these two people's accomplishment was very inconsistent with the insidious and vicious tactics they had discussed in her mind.

It's almost completely different.

Didn't they really send her here to play happily? It is said that a lot of effort was spent!

Ning Qingqing cried happily.

She cherished the feeling of heartache in her body.

A mushroom that has not experienced love, hatred, and hatred must not be a complete mushroom. She is very grateful for the dedication of the heart demon and the spirit, she will not live up to their love for her, she must play well, play with all her heart!

She stretched out her hand for the gift that fell to the cloud. Because of her confusion, she did not look for it, but moved back to Yuliyuan by supporting the Baiyulan next to the mountain road.

She can clearly feel all the subtle emotions in her heart.

She loves Xie Wuwang, and can even be called infatuation. When she thinks of him, her heart will be full of turbulent ripples, sweet, painful, bitter, and astringent.

Ning Qingqing is very emotional—the heart demon and the spirit are too loyal to their duties!

She sat on the porch "thinking about him", watching the sun set and the moon rise.

Today... full moon?

On the night of the full moon, he will come back, feed the mushrooms?

Ning Qingqing blinked, leaning on the Yuli wooden column on his side, dragged a pair of numb legs to stand up, and moved slantingly towards the main house.

As soon as she walked to the wooden porch in front of the main house, a burst of hot and cold fragrance came from behind, pressing her slender and powerful hands on her shoulders.

"Madam." Xie Wuwang's voice came from behind.

She turned around, staggering accidentally because of the numbness of her legs and feet.

He leaned over and held her elbows, and smiled lowly: "How old is a person, can you fall on foot?"

The long arm on the right went around her body very naturally, wrapped her around her waist, and embraced her in his arms.

She raised her hand and pressed it against his chest.

"I went to Qianyuan Palace to look for you, and I happened to see Dong Haihou. Is what he said is true? Are you really going to keep that Yun Shuimiao?" She followed the mood at the moment and asked what she should say .

She lifted her face and blinked at him.

He was born very well.

Even if the higher creatures are extremely picky, they can't find a blemish on this handsome face.

She couldn't help thinking secretly: Xie Wuwang once said to herself at the banquet that he kept Yun Shuimiao in order to see who was so stupid and used this low-intellectual woman to calculate him.

Such a good-looking Xie Wuwang, if Haosheng explained to him, he would definitely forgive him.

She bent her eyes and smiled at him.

Unexpectedly, he said casually: "That's not something you should care about."

Ning Qingqing: "???"

ha?

The chest was churning with emotion.

She moved her eyes and decided to watch the changes and let the body move on its own.

She heard herself a little out of control and raised her volume: "You are my husband! What is wrong with you? How can you accept... a woman?"

Xie Wuwang laughed: "So what?"

He raised his hand and stroked her hair.

The tone was rather perfunctory.

"Don't worry, no one can replace you."

Ning Qingqing was stunned by his shamelessness.

A big hand pressed against the back of her neck, he leaned over, tilted his head, and his thin lips moved closer, exhaling a seductive breath.

"Won't let her annoy you."

The nice voice was slightly dumb, and after speaking, he kissed her lips.

The shocked mushroom hadn't reacted to how to deal with such a situation, the body had already spontaneously split a palm, and pushed Xie Wuwang into the courtyard.

He just followed her, the two of them were very different in strength, and she couldn't hurt him at all.

"Go away—" She pointed to the courtyard gate.

"A Qing," he smiled, but his eyes were obviously cold, "Don't be arrogant."

He turned and left.

Ning Qingqing wanted to jump up and kicked him in the cock, making him fall.

Just at this moment, the voice of the spirit and the heart demon talking excitedly came out of my mind in a very timely manner—

"Come here, here come! Xie Wuwang is going to find Yun Shuimiao, it's Ning Qingqing's turn to run away from home while crying in pain!"

"Ah, ah, so excited! I've said that the first soul power belongs to me!"

"Hey, I am an ancient artifact, how can I speak without faith?"

"Hee hee, the spirit baby is here to post it."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She, she really doesn't want to take away the joy of these two!

After all, it’s not easy for everyone to come out to ask for a living, right?

Ning Qingqing squeezed out two drops of mushroom tears very hard, acting decently.

Inner Demon: "Cry, cry, cry! My soul power-huh? You dare to lie to Lao Tzu, you little bastard? What about the good soul power? Why not!"

Qi Ling: "How could it not be?"

Inner Demon: "You **** fucking me?! Don't you mean that you can **** a big mouthful of soul power when you shed painful tears!"

Qi Ling: "You are not a thing! If you ate it, you said you didn't eat it! I put such painful tears here. Why did it disappear? It wasn't you who ate it, but who ate it?! "

Inner Demon: "What are you fart! If I have eaten half of my soul power, I will call you father!"

Qi Ling: "I don't have a son like you."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She seems to have accidentally become a bad woman who sows discord.

However, the most irritable person in this courtyard at this moment is not the heart demon, nor the tool spirit.

With a serious injury, Xie Wuwang did not hesitate to venture into the paradox, only to find that he could not control this disobedient body at all.

—It is moving forward meticulously according to Ning Qingqing's memory.

For example, at this moment, no matter what he feels in his heart, his body is as steady and unfeeling. He threw down her distraught behind him, and left Yuliyuan with a sneer.

Xie Wuwang: "?!"